Thus, the Wahhabis know only two mortal sins: having a god other than the Wahhabi god, and smoking (which they call "the infamous way of drinking"). "And what about murder and adultery?" asked the Englishman who found this out, amazed. "God is gracious and merciful," replied the old chief.
-Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science (trans Kaufmann)
Maybe it's just me, but I find it difficult to say grace before a meal when the theme from "Spiderman" is playing in the background. Not the movie, either: the cartoon. And it was played by a mariachi band. Aye Carumba!
Why does the popular depiction of a person wrestling with a decision place a devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other? Close observation reveals that the decision is rarely one between the "right thing" and the "wrong thing." More often, Icarus tempts one to fly to the sun, while a moth notes that a candle will accomplish the same goal. Or an ostrich and a penguin argue about the true nature of wings.
Or, among many men today, Pinocchio and Peter Pan debate the pros and cons of maturity.
The sun is shining again; I like blue skies in winter. I didn't see much of that growing up.
A Jesus Christ was possible only in a Jewish landscape--I mean one over which the gloomy and sublime thunder clouds of the wrathful Jehovah hovered continually. Here alone was the rare and sudden piercing of a single sunbeam through the gruesome general and perpetual day-night experienced as a miracle of 'love', as the ray of the most undeserved 'grace'. Only here could Christ dream of his rainbow and his heavenly ladder on which God descended to man; everywhere else good weather and sunshine were too much of a rule and everyday occurence.
-Friedrich Nietzsche, The Gay Science (trans. Josefine Nauckoff)
Sunshine, perhaps; but I doubt that Nietzsche had an Indiana winter in mind when he wrote this.
My pen, it scribbles: this is hell! Have I been damned to have to scribble?- I dip it boldly in the well and write broad streams of inky drivel. See how it flows, so full, so pure! See how each thing I try succeeds! The text's not lucid, to be sure- So what? What I write no one reads.